<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Cave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cave/</link><description>Recent content in Cave on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cave/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Cave Challenge</title><link>/stories/2022/12/01/the-cave-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/01/the-cave-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kris had been planning and looking forward to her next challenge for weeks, she had found the cave on a hike she had taken with friends. The cave was relatively straight going back into the side of the small mountain a few hundred yards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the idea formed, she visited the cave a few times deciding exactly what she wanted to do for an outdoor bondage challenge. During her drives out and back she figured out how much fuel it took for the drive adding that idea in her planning.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spelunker</title><link>/stories/2020/06/04/spelunker/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/04/spelunker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The cave was always there. Well, maybe it wasn’t always there, but I grew up next to it and for me it was always there. Every summer tourists would drive past our farm and go to “The Greatest Natural Wonder Under the Earth.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think my desire to be tied up was also always there. As a young girl, whenever the neighbor kids and I would get together to play something, I always suggested something that involved getting captured and tied up. I usually “lost.” One day when I was about ten, my little brother finally told me, “We don’t want you on our side. You like getting caught.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gamble</title><link>/stories/2019/02/23/the-gamble/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/23/the-gamble/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You haven’t read the first part of &lt;a href="gamble.html"&gt;The Gamble&lt;/a&gt; I would recommend it. The following might make more sense that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had to try to insert it three times into the padlock due to my trembling hands but it slid in easily enough and when I twisted the key I received a click and the padlock opened releasing the chain from my collar. The relief was enough for me to fall to my knees and to start crying again, but this time out of happiness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gamble</title><link>/stories/2018/05/27/the-gamble/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/27/the-gamble/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was walking along the dirt track in my thin cheap flip flops, wearing a short skirt that covered my chastity belt, that locked a butt-plug into my ass and rigid dildo in my pussy. Under the thin t-shirt top I wore my metal chastity bra completely covering my
pert breasts. The only thing that was seen and that was a bit out of the ordinary was my stainless steel collar that fit tightly around my neck and that had a d-ring at its front. The keys to my chastity devices were at home in an envelope on my dinner table
with a letter explaining were I had gone, including the GPS coordinates, and what I would do when I got there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Cave</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-cave/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-cave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was called Lost Cave. A natural cavern, it served as home for runaways, derelicts, anyone who had no place else to go. The police never entered Lost Cave. Indeed, they never even went near the narrow entrance to the cavern. Nobody did who had a choice. Until Sheila Johnson appeared.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slipping through the narrow opening, Sheila gazed around, feeling a vague sense of disappointment. From the stories she’d been told, she’d almost expected to see a huge cavern, crammed with people. Instead, she looked upon a medium sized cave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Boys Will Be...</title><link>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/10/boys-will-be.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe they turned us down.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Silence greeted the remark as the four young men walked despondently along the forest trail. Around them, the trees blazed with the colors of fall, but the beauty of nature went unnoticed by the reluctant hikers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four men, James, Jeff, Robert and Wayne, had just made their way to the secluded hideout of The Marauders, a local band with links to nearly every illegal act in the area. The four friends had thought to join, but the seasoned criminals of the gang had simply laughed and chased them off. Now, to make matters worse, they were lost.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>River Monster</title><link>/stories/2015/05/26/river-monster/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/26/river-monster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[ This is a work of fiction. The Animal Planet TV channel, the show River Monsters and its host Jeremy Wade have NOTHING to do with these fictional events. The characters are fictitious and not intended to portray any real person. ]
Story continued from &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storiessz/skinnydipping.html"&gt;Skinny Dipping&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paula, at 24, was the newest and youngest member of the cable TV channel‘s field team. She was one of the scouts who would check out the locations where reality shows might be filmed. She was given a new assignment, teamed with a Mark Mills, a 28 year old experienced field investigator. Mark was a good team lead overall, but Paula had been told by another scout that he liked to find tasks for his newbie partner that were sometimes embarrassing or scary. Their assignment was conveniently close to her home in Oklahoma. She was especially glad it did not involve tornado chasing as her prior job for the Weather Channel had.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Guide</title><link>/stories/2014/10/30/the-guide/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/10/30/the-guide/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A TV show host discovers the truth about &amp;ldquo;The Guide.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Edwina Barrington looked directly into the camera as the theme music slowly faded away and intoned, “Tonight’s episode of Paranormal Investigators is very special to me for several reasons. First of all, it is Halloween night, and that makes any paranormal investigation special. But secondly and much more importantly for me, this is the site and the phenomenon that began it all for me. This is where I first became interested in the paranormal. We are in my home town, and tonight we shall investigate ‘The Guide.’”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Silk Dance</title><link>/stories/2013/10/30/silk-dance/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/30/silk-dance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2013 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, ladies, strip.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four pledges looked at each other. Technically they were no longer pledges, but they weren&amp;rsquo;t full members of Zetta Phi, either. But they would be tomorrow after the &amp;lsquo;ordeal&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on, girls.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girls tugged off their clothes: Ts, jeans, panties, bras.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You can keep your shoes. Here. Put these on.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The girls were handed black T-shirts with the ZP logo in pink. Black panties, again with a pink ZP.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Corners 5: Andrew/Andrea</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners-5-andrew/andrea/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners-5-andrew/andrea/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fourcorners4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Corners 4: Taylor/Taylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 5: Andrew/Andrea&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rather than hiding in a booth, Andrew settled onto a stool at the bar. He felt extremely self-conscious in this body, and felt he could best hide himself in the middle of the crowd. He also decided to splurge with a hefty snifter of brandy, which he sipped slowly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Glancing around, he watched the swirl of humanity, men and women in constant motion. He wondered what they would say if they knew that he was both. A woman physically, but still a man on the inside, in spite of actions he couldn&amp;rsquo;t deny were feminine. Seeing what the others wore made him less uncomfortable about his own dress, until the light, soft feel of the cloth against his skin felt almost natural.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>